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Melancholy Girl…
Part 2 of 3 …
Remember me talking about the differences between my twin pugs Harley and Busa? Here is the point in time where the tale between two brothers, comes to an end… but NOT a sad one, so no panicking…
While the differences between the twins, seemed minor for a number of years, as the boys matured, the disputes over mom began to erode the love they had for each other. We could tell that the boys were becoming more unhappy as time moved forward, so when a little neighbor girl fell in love with Busa, we knew! Those two became more inseparable with each day, and Busa even went for multiple sleepovers. We eventually went to the family and gifted Busa to the child. Both the little girl and the dog were so happy, it never even made me overly sad to let him go… honestly, I was relieved to see him become happy, finally.
Harley became a different dog after that, as well, relaxing for the first time in his little life. Not long after, we made the decision to go on the road. My husband bought a Semi and began a trucking business. Yes folks, I am a Bonafede Nagavator… I have a hat to prove it!
The best thing about that Freightliner, was the little window down at my passenger side door… the perfect vantage for Harley! He thrived in the new digs, getting to go wherever we went. When we would get out to fuel up, he would jump into the driver seat and stand on the horn, beeping at us until we would wave at him. Other drivers that walked by would laugh and wave at him too, just to see if he would do it again. Other times, we were not very appreciated in the truck lot, as Harley would lay on the horn for nearly the entirety of our shower/laundry time inside the Truck Stop.
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There was also the issue with the sneeze marks all over the driver side window, which my husband was none too happy about. Pugs have a thing for sneezing … when they are happy, sad, or offended… take your pick. But the tradeoff was well worth it! Harley left an impression wherever we went. We lived this way for almost 5 years, only taking time off for family affairs, and so on. He was such a good dog, and everyone loved him, though sometimes he left something behind, not so pleasant.
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Once, when we stayed with my in-laws, there was a bit of an incident! Harley was never allowed on the first floor of the home, so he always, obediently, stayed right at the top of the stairs; careful not to enter the forbidden zone. He would always do this during the whole visit like such a good boy, except once! Christmas of 08… It was late, long after the stockings had been filled, and everything for the morning had been prepared… He waited for us all to be asleep, and escaped the room… peeing strategically all over the house… first the Christmas tree, and then on to the dining room, to mark each of the six chairs that surrounded the table… I think he was mad at all of us for celebrating the holiday dinner, while he had to be kenneled. It’s just a guess, though.
Sshhhh… I cleaned it up and never told my mother in law.
Let us never forget the park incident, either. This time, though, it was not his fault, poor guy. It so happened, on another of our occasional breaks from the road, I received an invitation to support my friend, as she gave birth to her first son. I nicknamed the little tyke Peapod, and I call him that even now… anyway, both Harley and I went to stay with my friend for a bit, after the baby arrived. She had two of the most adorable little Yorkies, Oliver and Kyra, who was still a pup at that time. For the most part, Harley was just chillin with Oliver, while Kyra behaved more like the annoying little sister of the group.
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One afternoon we decided to take the all the doggies to the park, to break their cabin fever that had been suffered, during our 24/7 new baby lifestyle.
As soon as we closed the gate to the puppy park, we unleashed the hounds, and off they went like a shot… Harley doing his pugtona, while Oliver chased close on his heels with sheer abandon. In the excitement, poor little Kyra did not know what to do first, chase one dog or the other. Just about the time she thought the rules of the game were clear, and began to run toward the boys, Harley rounded and came running back toward her in excitement… both running headlong into one another, but with Harley being the big oaf that he was, he bulldozed the tiny Yorkie… sending her flying through the air.
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By the caterwauling that she put on, one would have thought Kyra was dying, and half the park came alive with lookie loos. Harley stood there with a lost look on his face, and I think Oliver took it upon himself to go pee on several bushes. Once we put her in the back of the stroller she shut right up and went into feel sorry for herself mode…
Never fear, Kyra turned out to be just fine, but it took another week of her limping when she thought you were watching. At first, we fell for it hook, line and sinker… but after a week of it, we took her to the vet to be sure, and she was given the all clear. After that, she only gave Harley dirty looks, but stopped the limping and shaking… I think going to the vet called her bluff, and she didn’t want to go back there again. After our little adventure in babe land, our gang was back on the road again.
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… to be continued…
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Can you believe it! I found this picture of Harley from when he was so widdle…
Don’t be sad, ok? I will be here tomorrow to tell the rest of the story. Here are some chocolates for you (not our furry friends) …
Bone Aaa-puh-tee-tay!
…I think it is proven that chocolate makes us feel good…
Journey With Me! 